Excerpt: ...he had walked the wet streets heedless of his direction, in an exaltation that he had felt before, but never with such intensity. It seemed as though he had always wished to preach, and marvelled that the perception had not come to him sooner. If the man to whom he had listened could pour the light into the dark corners of other men's ...Read MoreExcerpt: ...he had walked the wet streets heedless of his direction, in an exaltation that he had felt before, but never with such intensity. It seemed as though he had always wished to preach, and marvelled that the perception had not come to him sooner. If the man to whom he had listened could pour the light into the dark corners of other men's souls, he, John Hodder, felt the same hot spark within him, -despite the dark corners of his own! At dusk he came to himself, hungry, tired, and wet, in what proved to be the outskirts of Harlem. He could see the place now: the lonely, wooden houses, the ramshackle saloon, the ugly, yellow gleam from the street lamps in a line along the glistening pavement; beside him, a towering hill of granite with a real estate sign, "This lot for sale." And he had stood staring at it, thinking of the rock that would have to be cut away before a man could build there, -and so read his own parable. How much rock would have to be cut away, how much patient chipping before the edifice of which he had been dreaming could be reared! Could he ever do it? Once removed, he would be building on rock. But could he remove it? . . . To help revive a faith, a dying faith, in a material age, -that indeed were a mission for any man! He found his way to an elevated train, and as it swept along stared unseeing at the people who pushed and jostled him. Still under the spell, he reached his room and wrote to the lawyer thanking him, but saying that he had reconsidered coming to New York. It was not until he had posted the letter, and was on his way back to Cambridge that he fully realized he had made the decision of his life. Misgivings, many of them, had come in the months that followed, misgivings and struggles, mocking queries. Would it last? There was the incredulity and amazement of nearest friends, who tried to dissuade him from so extraordinary a proceeding. Nobody, they said, ever became a parson in these days; nobody, at least, with his...Read Less
Fair. Hardcover. Copyright says 1912 and 1913. Some wear on cover. Binding and hinges somewhat loose. Some stains on blank page inside cover, title page and table of contents but all readable. Some dog-eared pages. Reliable seller. Fast shipping from central Texas (Austin area). All international orders ship by airmail.
Good. No Dust Jacket. Cover is clean, may show light shelf edge wear or corner bumps. Binding appears gently read, but still square and tight. Pages may contain former owner name or book plate and light reading wear.
Fair. No Dust Jacket. Cover is lightly worn or soiled, with shelf edge wear and bumped corners. Binding is loose but intact, may be just starting to separate or show heavy spine lean. Pages may contain former owner name, highlighting or underlining, soiling, and light water wrinkling.
Good. A nice vintage copy. Binding is tight and square. Maroon cloth boards and gilt lettering are nice but edges have light wear. Text is clean but has mildly yellowed. No dust jacket. Careful packaging and fast shipping. We recommend EXPEDITED MAIL for even faster delivery.
Giles, Howard. Good. No Jacket. Hard Back. 12mo-over 6¾"-7¾" tall. The hard cover has light shelf wear. Light yellowing to the pages. The binding is getting loose. The book may have minor flaws that may have gone unnoticed.
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